It was Sarah McMillan, head cheerleader and head bitch. She was traversing the yard with her usual entourage in tow, the select few cheerleaders who she deemed sufficiently attractive to be seen around her and each of their current boyfriends - many of whom probably had eyes for Sarah herself.
Karyn groaned, "There goes Sarah. I don't get it. I mean, she's good looking, I get that. She'd be totally hot, if she wasn't such a bitch!"
Jon rolled her eyes. "Right..."
"Sorry Jon, she just gets under my skin for some reason. I know it bothers you too."
"Only in the way guys look at her," she mumbled.
"Jon-babe, I think you're much prettier than Sarah, but some other guys," Karyn pointed to Sarah's flock, "those kinda guys, they just don't see it because you don't have the blond hair or the huge rack that she does. I wish you did have long blond hair and big tits, then you'd get noticed."
The stone, resting and temporarily forgotten in Karyn's hand, suddenly flashed with bright light.
"Karyn!" Jon gasped.
"Oh no!" Karyn cried out. "Jon, I didn't mean it!"
Jon caught a glimpse of her new hair in her peripheral vision. Jon used to have neck-length dark hair, but now it was long, platinum blond and ironed straight. She could feel it brush against the back of her elbows, so it was long.
Jon slowly became aware of the new weight tugging on her chest. Would they still fit inside her top? What top was she wearing today? She could see Karyn staring at them all bug-eyed and scared, but she was too nervous to look down and find out for herself. Jon was a natural A-cup, or rather that's she used to be. How big was she now? She couldn't bare to look!
Jon closed her eyes and gingerly probed her bust with trembling hands. She gasped in surprise as her fingers stretched progressively wider as her palms tried to encapsulate each of her new dimensions. All the while she felt the contact made by her fingertips as they prodded her soft new flesh through her own clothes. There was so much of it!
Finally, Jon opened her eyes and stared down. Strange, new cleavage stared back. She'd worn a slim fit short-sleeved shirt to school today, over a low-cut tank top. Both had changed to house her new dimensions, she swore. There was no doubt her bra was definitely larger (and sturdier). The top two buttons of her shirt were undone and exposed the low hem of her tank top, which for the first time in her life exposed a rather large cleavage squashed between two cantaloupe-sized boobs. No doubt about it, she had big eff-ing tits.
"Look at these... these monsters!" Jon gasped. "I'm huge! They look ridiculous."
"Oh God, I'm really sorry, Jon," Karyn said, glumly. "Can you ever forgive me...?"
Jon breathed a long sigh, and tried to calm herself and her friend. "It's okay. Could have been worse, I guess."
"Yeah, I could've wished..." Karyn realised he was still holding the stone, and quickly handed it back to his friend. "Here, take this before I say something even more retarded."
Jon took the stone and looked at it in contemplation. "We could make some more wishes, a sort of damage limitation. We can't undo this directly but we might find a way around it. You were pretty vague."
"Vague? It looks like you got exactly what I asked for," Karyn sighed. "It's not a bad idea, but it sounds like a lot of thinking and planning and I just got out of school, so I'm done thinking for the day."
"Leave it to me, then." Jon said. It had been a long day.
"Be careful," Karyn nodded. "Don't rush anything, you don't want to make them... it worse."
"Thanks Karyn, I will," Jon hugged her friend, inadvertently squashing her expanded breasts between them. The strange new sensation surprised them both and they broke the hug as their faces quickly turning red.
"Er," Karyn searched for what to say, "see you tomorrow."
"Bye..." Jon waved farewell to her friend with one hand as she tried to discretely adjust her bustline with the other.
Jon carefully put the stone back inside its box. Jon sighed. All her precautions and worrying about her hidey hole and yet a wish bites her in the ass - not because she lost the stone or had it stolen, but because she lent it to a trusted friend.
She had no idea how she was going to cope with the wishing rock tomorrow.
